Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.